FIC: Obscene (LotR RPS, Billy/Dom)
Jan. 19th, 2006 06:21 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
allanaTitle: Obscene
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glam_ang
Fandom: LotR RPS
Pairing: Billy/Dom
Rating: PG?
Word count: 100
Summary: Dom, Billy and a lollipop.
Notes: This is allfeelforfaith's fault, you know. Editing her stories reawakened my love for Dom and then she sent me this picture and I just had to write something.
Disclaimer: The following is a work of fiction. It did not happen and I'm not implying it did. This fiction in no way represents people mentioned within or the way they would behave. No impeachment of or malice toward the people mentioned here is intended.
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Billy's a clever bloke. He knows obscenity when he sees it and right now—Jesus—obscenity incarnate is Dom's lips wrapped around a cherry-red lollipop.
In his head, Margaret editorialises, saying 'mebbe Dom just likes sweeties' and really, it's awful disturbing to channel her at a time like this, when Dom's swiping his tongue around the lolly and watching him closely. Enough to test the resolve of the Pope himself. Billy's not even a saint.
“I've got something better for you to sook on,” he murmurs to Dom. “Don't want you rotting yer teeth.”
“Thought you'd never ask, mate.”
Author:
glam_angFandom: LotR RPS
Pairing: Billy/Dom
Rating: PG?
Word count: 100
Summary: Dom, Billy and a lollipop.
Notes: This is all
feelforfaith's fault, you know. Editing her stories reawakened my love for Dom and then she sent me this picture and I just had to write something. Disclaimer: The following is a work of fiction. It did not happen and I'm not implying it did. This fiction in no way represents people mentioned within or the way they would behave. No impeachment of or malice toward the people mentioned here is intended.
Billy's a clever bloke. He knows obscenity when he sees it and right now—Jesus—obscenity incarnate is Dom's lips wrapped around a cherry-red lollipop.
In his head, Margaret editorialises, saying 'mebbe Dom just likes sweeties' and really, it's awful disturbing to channel her at a time like this, when Dom's swiping his tongue around the lolly and watching him closely. Enough to test the resolve of the Pope himself. Billy's not even a saint.
“I've got something better for you to sook on,” he murmurs to Dom. “Don't want you rotting yer teeth.”
“Thought you'd never ask, mate.”
